Eliza Cook - The Old Arm Chair-Not Applicable/Ghizela Rowe

[ti:Eliza Cook - The Old Arm Chair] [ar:Not Applicable/Ghizela Rowe] [al:Mother's Day - Volume 1] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Eliza Cook - The Old Arm Chair - Not Applicable/Ghizela Rowe [00:00.81]Composed by：Not Applicable [00:00.96]The old arm-chair [00:02.05]By Eliza cook [00:04.36]I love it I love it and who shall dare [00:06.82]To chide me for loving that old arm-chair [00:09.74]I've treasured it long as a sainted prize [00:12.49]I've bedew'd it with tears and embalmed it with sighs [00:15.86]'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart [00:18.98]Not a tie will break not a link will start [00:22.21]Would ye learn the spell a mother sat there [00:25.12]And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair [00:28.58]In childhood's hour I linger'd near [00:30.86]The hallow'd seat with list'ning ear [00:33.34]And gentle words that mother would give [00:35.78]To fit me to die and teach me to live [00:39.01]She told me shame would never betide [00:41.49]With truth for my creed and God for my guide [00:44.63]She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer [00:47.31]As I knelt beside that old arm-chair [00:50.88]I sat and watch'd her many a day [00:53.28]When her eye grew dim and her locks were grey [00:56.25]And I almost worshipp'd her when she smil'd [00:59.11]And turn'd from her Bible to bless her child [01:02.46]Years roll'd on but the last one sped [01:05.40]My idol was shatter'd my earth-star fled [01:08.92]I learnt how much the heart can bear [01:11.41]When I saw her die in that old arm-chair [01:15.31]'Tis past 'tis past but I gaze on it now [01:18.39]With quivering breath and throbbing brow [01:21.23]'Twas there she nursed me 'twas there she died [01:24.29]And memory flows with lava tide [01:27.36]Say it is folly and deem me weak [01:29.94]While the scalding drops start down my cheek [01:32.97]But I love it I love it and cannot tear [01:36.21]My soul from a mother's old arm-chair